"Let go of me!"

Amelia Wytte was dragged all the way out of the elevator of the hotel. The car was parked outside. It was not until the door opened and she was pushed into the car that she came to her senses and heavily shook off Nicola Clinton's hand.

Nicola Clinton didn't hold her hand anymore.

"Drive."

Then he let go of Amelia Wytte's hand.

The driver didn't dare to delay or even look back in the rearview mirror. He immediately started the car.

The car ran steadily on the spacious road.

Looking at the retreating scenery behind her, Amelia Wytte took a deep breath to psychological construction.

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